Chapter 116: The Difficulty of Feeding the Queen Terrible Food

I wonder where my semen ended up? It probably landed on Stevie, but it’s missing in action. The blanket underneath must be a sticky mess, right? If I pulled it back, that smell would probably hit us all at once. Best to leave it alone.

In the morning, when Stevie woke up, I was afraid she might say something like,

"What’s this? What’s this crusty stuff?"

Whatever, let’s just sleep. My now-shrunken thing slipped out from between Lily’s legs. The tip was still dripping, but whatever. It got on Lily’s clothes too, but that’s fine. I tucked it back into my pants and tried to sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I saw Stevie’s sleeping face on the other side. The window was starting to brighten. Huh? Where’s Lily? She wasn’t sucking on me or anything. Where did she go? Just then, the door opened silently and Lily came in carrying a bucket.

When she saw I was awake, she said,

"You’re up early, Lord Robby. Is Stevie still sleeping? It’s still early, so could you let her sleep a little longer? After last night, she was a bit restless. She still hasn’t fully accepted her brother’s death."

She took a towel out of the bucket and wrung it. Did Lily go get hot water while we were sleeping? When does this woman even sleep?

I got out of bed, stripped naked, and let her wipe me down. Of course my thing stood up again, but Lily wiped it roughly and quickly. She had brought a fresh pair of underwear, so I let her put it on me. I pressed my morning wood against Lily’s cheek, but she ignored it completely. My poor, pitiful son...

Stevie woke up from the noise.

"Is it morning already?"

She rubbed her eyes and asked us. Good, Lily wasn’t holding or sucking it when she woke up.

"Yes. Stevie, you should get up too. We brought a change of clothes."

"Okay."

Stevie crawled out of bed and quickly stripped everything off, becoming completely naked. It was early morning, but it was bright enough. Stevie, I can see everything, you know?

Stevie came over beside me, saw my fully erect thing pointing upward, and quickly covered her almost-flat chest with her hands.

"Nooo~ Lord Robby is pervy~!"

Lily and I both ignored her, so she made an awkward face and put on the underwear Lily had brought. To my surprise, Stevie’s panties were string panties! Not the usual pumpkin-style bloomers.

Who are you wearing string panties for? Why now? Stevie noticed my gaze and said,

"Lord Robby, are you interested?"

She even untied the strings to show me.

"Well, yeah, I’m surprised. I didn’t expect you to wear string panties."

"Ehehe, it looks good, right? Lily brought them especially so I could show you today, didn’t you?"

I looked at Lily in shock.

"Yes, yes, that’s right. She usually wears plain, unsexy panties, but I decided that in front of Lord Robby she should wear something more alluring. How is it, Lord Robby? Do you like it?"

"Yeah... it’s nice."

"If you like them, you may take them off. You may also embrace Stevie just like this. I’ll inform the other maids, so don’t worry."

Both Stevie and I were stunned into silence by Lily’s words. You’re going to tell them? Like, "Lord Robby is currently having sex with Stevie, so please do not disturb"? And that would include telling my mother and Cass? "Lord Robby is in the middle of intercourse." Isn’t that going too far? I was thinking about it when—

"If you’d like, you may rest until lunch. Stevie must still be tired from last night as well."

Thinking she could rest the whole morning, Stevie happily started taking her panties off again.

"Wait! No, we have plans in the morning. There’s a meeting about the Queen’s next outing."

I finally remembered and stopped myself from getting swept away.

The last thing Lily said was,

"You may call Stevie at night. But please call me or Linda as well. Every night would be too much for Stevie’s body."

Lily, you should have said that earlier! Well, I’m also at fault for not realizing it myself, but there are many things you only understand once someone tells you!

—-

There was a final meeting regarding taking the Queen to that disgusting Nancy’s restaurant, and I was participating.

Since I was the only one who had been there before, Cantoner and Relf had gone to check it out, and they were now sharing their experiences.

"That place is disgusting and filthy," Cantoner said.

Relf nodded.

"It was hard to even put it in my mouth. I had to chew and chew, mix it with saliva, and force it down."

That’s exactly what I told you. Still, I’m impressed you managed to swallow it.

"Even so, commoners eat there, right?" someone asked.

"Yeah, but it didn’t look very popular."

"True. But before we even talk about how bad the food is, we need to clean that filthy shop, don’t we?"

Cantoner and Relf both agreed. Will that couple actually clean if we tell them to?

"Lord Robin, you really went to such a terrible shop..." someone whispered. I can hear you, you know.

"Even if we tell them, those two probably won’t clean properly," Cantoner said.

"Then should we send our own people to clean it?" the chairman asked. That’s a good idea. Just applying pressure from outside won’t be enough. We need to show them and make them do it.

"That would be best. It’s a small shop, so half a day should be enough to clean it. But it’ll probably get dirty again quickly, so we should do it the day before the Queen visits," the chairman said.

Relf shook his head.

"No, that won’t be enough. If you’ve seen that shop, you’d know one day isn’t nearly enough. At least two days—preferably three. When we went, it started raining while we were inside and water leaked through the roof. We should repair the roof too."

"We have to go that far?"

"Then maybe we should just rent a different, decent shop and have the owners cook there?"

"That would be ideal, but we don’t have time."

"Exactly. We’re short on time. Let’s just send people to clean it."

"Right! We’ll dispatch cleaners this afternoon!"

And so, cleaning that filthy shop was decided.

"As for the food, I suspect they’re using rotten or nearly rotten ingredients," Cantoner said. I strongly agreed.

"I also think the oil they use is bad," Relf added.

"Bad oil? What do you mean?" someone asked.

"Isn’t it reused oil? A place like that couldn’t afford fresh oil. I’ve heard some cheap shops in the commoner district go to high-class restaurants to get their discarded waste oil."

"""Ehhhhh!!"""

Wait, they’re using sewer oil like in that neighboring country back on Earth? Even in another world?! Or maybe it’s because it’s another world.

"That’s terrible, right?"

Obviously. But maybe that’s normal around that shop. Still, the fact that I ate it and didn’t get sick is pretty impressive.

"On top of that, the only seasoning they use is salt, but that salt looked strange. I peeked into the kitchen while pretending to talk to the owner — the salt was brownish." Cantoner grimaced. You probably shouldn’t have looked.

"Are you sure you weren’t mistaken?" the chairman asked, still trapped in noble common sense.

"I wish I was, but it was mottled white and brown. When they made other customers’ food, they scooped it with a spoon and threw it into the pan. And they never washed that spoon — just kept using the same one. They stirred the pan with it, then put it straight back into the salt jar!"

"Ugh... then there’s no doubt."

From my perspective, you really didn’t have to look.

"Also, they barely washed the dishes customers had eaten from." Cantoner delivered the final blow.

"What do you mean?"

"They just rinsed them with dirty-looking water and wiped them with a filthy cloth. When I saw that, I almost threw up everything I’d eaten."

I almost threw up just hearing about it. I’d already expelled most of it on the other end, but Stevie had eaten way more than me that day. The fact that she’s still alive means she didn’t take too much damage.

"You two are surprisingly healthy after all that," someone said, speaking for everyone in the meeting. Cantoner shook his head.

"No, we both had diarrhea and vomited later. We felt so sick we went to the church and had ’Heal’ cast on us." Relf nodded in agreement.

Wow, that was a life-or-death mission. Someone muttered, "They really risked their lives."

Everyone was silently asking themselves: Can we really take the Queen to a place like that? The silence was heavy. And the answer was obviously no. That’s what I said from the beginning!

"So what do we do?" Relf asked. Stopping the visit entirely wasn’t an option.

"I think we should thoroughly clean the shop, bring in all new ingredients, and have the owners cook them. It’s basically deceiving Her Majesty, but it’s better than letting her get sick."

Cantoner’s suggestion made sense emotionally, but I felt like it would turn into a completely different dish. Would it even be similar? Though honestly, calling what that shop serves "cooking" is already a stretch. And if the Queen did get sick, where would she relieve herself? Could she hold it until the palace? Or would she use that wealthy merchant’s shop we visited before? Surely they wouldn’t have to dig a hole on the side of the road, surround it with curtains or boards, and... What if people hear the sounds? What if the smell spreads? No, this isn’t something a 10-year-old prince should be thinking about.

While I was lost in my delusions, the mood in the room was leaning toward "that’s our only choice."

As for me, I could already imagine the Queen saying,

"It’s not as bad as I heard,"

and then I’d have to come up with another painful excuse. Just thinking about it made my stomach hurt.